
More About Gary Straub
Originally from Lancaster, PA, Gary migrated to the Mid-South, where he earned his education, served congregations, and now writes and resides in Louisville, Kentucky. Straub’s theological education spans the spectrum from an undergrad degree at Ozark Bible College, to a Masters in Pastoral Care and a Doctorate in Pastoral Counseling from Vanderbilt Divinity School.
Meadows
Meadows are moveable feasts. Memorable medleys of soothing sights and sounds. Meadows might even disguise Divine Invitation: to hit pause… Catch up with your breath…Shed your shoes … and now: Scamper —as mobility allows!
Meadows may afford us a kind of “time—out”— to take eternity in.
I’ve lived on a meadow most of my life. Once I spray for chiggers, I am up for an adventure—even if it’s just: “Sit! Now stay!”
Will you listen to those grasses grow?
Once I recalibrate my inner rhythms and dial back inner argumentations, ONLY THEN am I ready to tune my heart to nature’s noise.
Then, as I settle into quiet…. peaceablity finds me.
Friends inquire: “so, you’ve never met a meadow you didn’t like, right?” Never have! I do feel the tug to meander…to marvel… to muse.
After all, musing costs us nothing!
All we pay… is attention….
Meadows
Because I live on a meadow, I try to dial down my noise and tune into nature’s pace. Admittedly, I’m not tuned to the “Higher Serenity Levels”—those who hear grass grow. BUT THAT SAID: I’ve never met a meadow I didn’t like and feel the tug to meander, marvel, & muse.
Wasn’t it The Fed that said? “musing costs the economy nothing!” Well…. All we pay… is attention!



